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Chapter 9 ~ The Astronomy Tower
Snape thought about Hermione�s visit. Draco was a piece of work. He had purposely told the witch that he told Draco to leave her alone, making her believe the Professor was interfering in her personal life. What had the wizard hoped to accomplish by doing this? A confrontation certainly. Possibly, he hoped the argument that ensued would be enough to break Hermione�s infatuation with the Professor, freeing the witch for Draco�s own use.
Snape grinned. Well, that hadn�t worked. The sexual tension between he and Miss Granger had proven too strong. The young wizard had inadvertently sealed the deal between the witch and himself, so to speak. Snape would be Hermione�s first lover, though he hadn�t yet informed the witch of his decision. Kissing her had been mind-blowing. If he had given in to his urges, he�d probably still be fucking her, his hunger for the witch was so strong. Hermione had taken Snape over the edge when she said she would use Draco for a substitute and pretend the wizard was him. Snape scowled. Draco might be schooled in the art of love, but he was no Potions Master. Snape was a was a selfish and demanding lover, taking all the pleasure he could from a woman�s body, but he never left them wanting. When he was finished, they were always very sated, if not overly sore from his ministrations. Beneath his cold exterior, the Professor was an extremely hot-blooded wizard
Miss Granger was a virgin, but a very hot and ready one if her dreams were any indication of what boiled beneath her surface. Snape was almost sure she would be able to handle him after her initial deflowerment. He certainly hoped so because she inspired a very high degree of lust in him, and if she thought the kiss was something, she had no idea what he was like when the robes came off.
He wondered at the easy way she left. She didn�t try to stay to seduce him, though she had to know he was in a weakened state, She definitely was in a state of high arousal when she left him. Any man with any experience with women could see that�
He froze. Draco would probably be waiting for her to find out how the confrontation went, and the young wizard would immediately be able to discern that he had turned on Miss Granger. That brought Snape a degree of satisfaction, but there was a nagging feeling in his belly. Miss Granger was still a young, inexperienced witch, and she was very much a slave to her body�s urges, although she had done remarkably well in controlling them. What if Draco tried to take advantage of her aroused state to continue where the Potions Master had left off? Snape wouldn�t put it past the boy to make an attempt at seducing the witch in her weakened condition.
Quickly he walked to the floo, cast in some floo powder and contacted Minerva to find out if Hermione had arrived at Gryffindor tower. After several minutes, she informed him the witch was not there. He then flooed Madam Pince, who also gave him a negative. Miss Granger was not at the library. He then flooed the common room of Slytherin house and asked a student if Mr. Malfoy was there. The answer was no.
Well, it was still daylight, and supper was about to start in the Great Hall. She could be there. The Professor exited and warded the Potions class, heading for the Great Hall. If she or Draco weren�t there, he would go looking for them.
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Draco and Hermione took the stairwells up to the astronomy tower. It was never used during the day and had a beautiful view of the grounds surrounding Hogwarts. You could see for miles. It was quite a romantic, quiet place. Draco had quite a few bouts of afternoon delight up there.
Hermione looked out the window of the tower.
“I�ve never been up here during the day,” she breathed, “it�s beautiful.”
“Yes,” Draco responded, his eyes on Hermione, “very beautiful indeed.”
Hermione turned to look at him. She was leaning back against the windowsill. Draco stood beside her, his blue eyes intense as he looked at her. It was an intensity Hermione had never seen before. She swallowed.
“What did you want to talk to me about, Draco?” she asked him.
The wizard looked at her, then sighed and walked away from her a bit.
“Hermione, have you ever wanted something that you knew you had no right to have, yet it made no difference to you? You still wanted it?” he asked her, knowing full well that was the situation she was in with the Professor.
“Yes, Draco. I do know about that,” she replied softly.
He looked at her.
“I mean want it so badly that you can hardly eat, hardly sleep, and it consumes your thoughts at the worst possible moment?” he asked her.
“Yes,” she responded.
“And this thing you want, it is always just within reach, but you know you can�t touch it, because if you touched it, it might fly out of reach forever. So you have to suffer in silence, knowing if you even speak of wanting it�it could be gone�” he said despairingly.
Hermione looked at the blonde wizard.
“Draco, what are you talking about. What is it you want so badly and can�t have?” she asked him.
Draco blinked at her. “It�s not a what, Hermione. It�s a who,” he said softly, “A very special witch who I admire above all other witches. But she doesn�t know how I feel. She wants someone else, someone who doesn�t feel about her like I do,” he said.
Hermione looked at him, an odd feeling in her stomach as the handsome wizard�s soft eyes met hers.
“Who is the witch, Draco?” she asked, her voice nearly a whisper.
Draco looked at her, then suddenly strode forward, stopping mere inches from her body, towering over her, his eyes heated.
“Her name is Hermione Granger,” he said softly, “She�s stolen my heart without even trying.”
Hermione stared at Draco, shocked. The wizard swayed toward her, but made no move to touch her. She could feel the heat from his body wash over her, could see the desire in his ice-blue eyes.
“Draco,” she began softly. The wizard waved his hand.
“I know you could never want me, Hermione. I�ve been terrible to you. I regret that so much. So much. But I have to confess something to you, something I�ve never told anyone. I have always been attracted to you, even when you were young and had buck teeth and bushy hair. That�s the main reason I was so mean to you. I wasn�t supposed to be attracted to a muggleborn. I was a pureblood. Every time I saw you, I became angry at myself, and lashed out at you. You had no idea what was going on.”
This much of what Draco was telling Hermione was true. He had indeed been attracted to her, and this attraction caused him to hate her for making him aware of this weakness, this flaw in his character. But still, he felt it would be a good point to bring up in his attempt to sway her towards him. Draco continued.
“And now that I have changed, I�ve been able to be in your presence and get to know you as a person. You are beautiful, Hermione, on the outside, but your outer beauty dulls by comparison to the beauty that is inside of you. You are kind and compassionate. You give all you can of yourself to others. You take someone who has been completely horrible to you under your wing and give him another chance. I�ve heard you defend me against other people, your own housemates, risking them cutting you off because you believe in me. How many people would do that? Risk themselves, their reputations for someone with a history like mine, Hermione? Not many.”
Hermione was speechless as Draco looked down at her, passion burning in his eyes.
“How can I help feeling the way I do about you?” he whispered, lowering his head and hesitating, looking in her eyes to see if she would protest.
Hermione was too shocked, too moved to protest anything. Draco leaned in and kissed her. Not possessively, but softly, sweetly, capturing her lips with his own, drawing them in before moving his mouth against hers.
Hermione let him kiss her. He was not fiery like the Professor. He didn�t exude an all-consuming hunger. But there was something there, something tender that the Professor was lacking in. But even in the tenderness, there was a bit of fire. She began to kiss him back, hesitantly at first. Draco felt her responding, and mentally pumped his fist as he slowly wrapped his arms around her, and held her gently, accepting her responses, and slowly increasing his ardor.
Hermione�s body was already fired by the Professor. Draco�s closeness was rekindling the flame that was already smoldering there. She shuddered, and the blonde wizard felt it, and deepened the kiss, allowing some passion to seep into it as he sought entrance to Hermione�s mouth, licking at it lightly, hoping she would accept him. She did, the fire in her belly flaring as she felt the wizard�s tongue enter her mouth and claim it.
Draco shifted her over from the open window to the wall, never breaking contact, tightening his grip slowly, very slowly as he began to press his body against hers, and felt her arms wrap around his neck. He began to caress her back, feeling her body under her robes. He slid his mouth to her throat and began to suck, and lick on it gently. She moaned.
“Hermione,” he breathed, his hands beginning to explore her more. She let him slip one over her hip. Draco began to think he might be able to take her now. She was heating up nicely. Snape must have really got her going for her to respond so quickly.
Hermione was all sensation. Draco�s mouth and hands were soothing on her body, easing the heat inside her, even as they caused even more burning. It would be so easy to just give over to him, and let him end this torment she�d been going through for the past few months. The Professor was hedging�he still hadn�t said he would let her come to him, though he had asked her to wait. Well, she had been waiting so long already, and Draco�Draco was ready now, when she needed this.
Draco�s cock was throbbing. The little witch was so responsive. She must have been holding her need in for a long time. He could feel the heat of her body pouring off her, underneath the robes she wore. Her skin would be blazing against his. The pureblood groaned and pressed his erection against her.
“Hermione, let me,” he whispered into her ear, “I�ll take care of you. I know what you�re feeling, what you need. No one needs to ever know. Not even the Professor,” he breathed, grinding his cock against the gasping witch.
But at the mention of the Professor, something dimly registered in the witch�s brain. Something that gave her the strength to override her writhing, needy body and tell Draco to stop.
“You don�t want me to stop, Hermione. Just let it happen,” the wizard breathed, still kissing her throat, then returning to her mouth in an attempt to stop her protests.
“No, Draco, we have to stop. This is too much. Too fast,” she whispered, pushing him away. Anger flashed across his face. The fucking tease. He wrestled himself under control before he did something stupid.
He stood looking at her, his arms around her waist.
“But I want you, Hermione. I would make you feel so good,” he said, his eyes burning into hers. Hermione felt the ache between her thighs pulse in response, but she steeled herself.
“Draco, what�s happening here might not be what it seems. I�m not sure that my feelings are honest. It might not be you that made me respond. I�m attracted to the Professor, and I was already feeling randy before we came up here. It could be what is happening between us is because of that,” she said softly. “I would just be using you while wanting him.”
“Then use me, Hermione,” he breathed, going in for another kiss. Hermione twisted her face away, and removed his arms from around her waist.
“No, Draco, I won�t do that, even though you are willing,” she said, gently pushing the wizard back from her and stepping around him, fixing her robes. Her mouth was slightly swollen from his kisses, and her amber eyes were still full of desire. Draco fought back a groan as he looked at her. He wanted in. Badly. He wanted to fuck the witch to tears. Damn her for being able to break away. He never should have mentioned the Professor.
“But, now you know how I feel about you, Hermione,” he said softly, “you won�t stop seeing me because I revealed it, will you?”
Hermione looked at him. He looked so worried.
“No, Draco�but you�re going to have to control yourself. I don�t know where I am right now. I�m torn,” she said honestly, “I�m not ready for a relationship with anyone.”
“I�d take what I could get. I�d be happy if I only had one time with you, Hermione, one time to show you how I feel about you,” Draco breathed.
She looked at the handsome wizard and felt a jolt shoot through her. He was so opposite the Potions Master. But she couldn�t be sure if what she was feeling was truly for Draco, or the unmet desire for Professor Snape.
“We�ll see what happens, Draco. But for now, let�s try to remain friends,” she said, “Do you think that is possible?”
Draco looked at her, and ran his hand through his white-blonde hair. He licked his lips.
“Now that I�ve kissed you, Hermione, I can act like your friend, but there is always going to be desire burning underneath it. The desire for more of you. But I can control my actions. I can wait,” he said, his heated eyes on her.
Hermione gave him a small smile.
“All right then Draco,” she said. “How about we go down to supper now. I�m starving.”
“I want to sit with you,” Draco said.
Hermione looked at him, her eyebrows raised. “No, Draco. Gryffindor wouldn�t accept you at the table. That would be asking too much, and implying too much. We aren�t a couple,” she replied. Draco�s face fell. Hermione felt sorry for him.
“Maybe we can do lunch up here tomorrow,” Hermione said, “if you promise to conduct yourself like a gentleman.”
Draco bowed elegantly.
“Always, my lady,” he responded, then he kissed her hand. Hermione drew it back, and felt like giggling. But she didn�t.
“Come on, Draco. Let�s go eat,” she said, heading down the tower stairs. Draco followed her. Lunch tomorrow eh? Maybe he�d bring a little something extra to spice up the meal. He�d contact his father tonight and ask for his assistance. He wasn�t going to wait any longer. It was clear the mudblood intended to fuck the Professor. There was a good chance they�d become lovers after that, and he�d be pushed aside. He would have to get to her before the Professor did.
“Draco? Are you coming?” Hermione�s voice floated up from the stairwell.
“I�m on my way,” Draco replied, heading down the stairs.
Hermione would be his.
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A/N: Wow, that was close. Good thing Draco said Snape�s name, or Hermione would be minus a cherry right about now. Ferret-boy is getting desperate if he’s going to contact daddy Lucius. Please review.
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